Winter Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Winter



For instance,
From the distance,
You could hear it whistle.
Her impacts the feel of a seraphic mantle;
Crashing into your most passive senses
Leaving you with no defenses.
.......And you involuntarily dance to her tune
Like a tree at prune.
Without might to fight
Without wings of flight
Only to crash at her feet
With gnashing of teeth
.......... #Winter

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